Wednesday, August 07, 2013

Let the Seed Decay

I dream in ways
my mouth cannot articulate
in ways my hands refuse to write
I am a prisoner inside
and there are bars
the world will never break
because they are made from fear
of death and losing all that
I have hid inside them
for so long.

let the seed decay
and never bloom
it will be better
understood that way.

. Dreams

11 comments:

  1. powerful close...i wonder though, is it? or is it just what we tell ourselves because we are afraid to lose the things we accumulated within our cells...

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    1. Great insight, Brian. We put so much work into accumulation that it's hard to let to.

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  2. It IS really hard to articulate some of our dreams via writing or speaking. Some of them are simply beyond that medium.

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    1. Definitely. Especially when we think in emotions and fears.

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  3. FUCK YEAH!!!!! wow Ben..... stuck now is... I dream in ways my hand can not write...oops, got that wrong but thats what resonates in my head that and the fear of dying. fear is fueling me lately and its stopping me from sucking in the joy ... the simple joy.

    you touched a lot of deep pockets in me with your poem Ben. thank you. xoxox

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    1. I'm very honored to have done so, Monkey. You're an inspiration to me :-)

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  4. Is it better for things to remain hidden? Some perhaps,,it's true we might not be understood,,,but your words I do understand,,,,and ponder,,,, well done,, :-)

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  5. "let the seed decay
    and never bloom
    it will be better
    understood that way." - powerful piece ... thanks for sharing.

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  6. So, I'm just now catching up on sooo many blogs, but this one stood out to me. Great words here!

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You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!